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true metaphysical abilities.
    She hoped that he could get
past his irritation with her since they would be working closely together. It
didn’t usually bother her this much when people doubted her abilities. For some
reason she wanted him to understand her and not think she was a fool. It made
her feel shallow to think she felt different because she found him handsome. He
had found her attractive too. That thought made her feel even more foolish. He may
have liked the way she looked, but he’d never consider making a pass at her. Besides
shying away from psychics she had sensed he wasn’t big into relationships or
the dating scene. Relaxing a little at that thought she hoped she wouldn’t have
to worry about any flirting on his part.
    Whitney stared out at the
passing desert and thought back to the meeting. Agent Hollerman had already
warned about the detective’s attitude but had told her to make it work. He
wasn’t what she had expected. Somehow the description had conjured up an old,
ruffled and flabby cop with sparse hair and dull eyes. Instead, she remembered
the way his dark black hair had contrasted with his deep blue eyes. Waves of
energy flowed around him, but didn’t reach far. He kept himself carefully guarded.
She had found it hard to not to look away when he looked at her with those
intense blue eyes. He was handsome and dangerous looking, and yet totally
unaware of the effect he had on women. Something about his dark looks and well
muscled body struck a chord down deep that she hadn’t felt for a long time. She
kept telling herself it was a good thing that he wanted to keep his distance
from her.
    * * * *
    Nick and Teddy were at the
address ten minutes before Whitney arrived. Of course, not having to worry
about a speeding ticket made it easier. They knew every road and highway that
crisscrossed Phoenix and the surrounding cities like lines on a piece of graph
paper. The homes in the neighborhood were typical clones of each other with
pink clay shingles and peach and tan stucco plastered to the outside. The city
had painted the numbers on the sidewalks to make it easier to find the right
house. They parked a few houses down from the crime scene and started looking
around.
    Nick stopped and leaned against
a palm tree when the rental car pulled up. From what he could see, Whitney
looked upset or maybe anxious about something. He hadn't been paying attention
enough to see if she had any experience out in the field.
    She headed straight to the
house and he jogged up next to her. “Look, you don’t have to go in here if you
don’t want to. We can let you know all the information we have from the family
without having to actually face them.”
    “Get a clue,” she thought . “Don’t
worry,” she said to the detective. “No, this is not my first time, and no you
cannot give me all the information. I need to go inside. You can wait out here,”
she said emphasizing the word you.
    “Wait, that’s not the deal. I
have to go with you to be able to catch anything of interest to our
investigation.”
    “Fine,” she said briskly.
“Let’s go.”
    He took the lead and knocked on
the hollow metal door. Teddy walked around the house looking for missed
evidence and Sarah stayed in the car.
    Less than a minute later a
heavy blonde woman came to the door and let them in as she brushed the hair
away from her face. They could see she had been crying and hadn’t taken the
time to arrange her hair or clothing.
    Whitney took a deep breath, and
began. “I am so sorry to meet you like this, Mrs. Dolan. I’m Whitney Bentley. We
spoke on the phone yesterday.”
    The woman nodded in recognition
and led them to the living room. Nick took a seat and glanced around. He had been
in her home for hours just the day before, searching for something to point
them to the boy. The only thing that had changed was the height of the pile of
dirty dishes on the dining room table. The television was blaring the local
news, and had